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@thyvessel the time has come {also this is the trigger warning for anyone sensitive to this content^}

Alastor x Pet!Reader

Alastor pushed open the door, the evening's cool air trailing behind him. He flicked on the lights, illuminating the grand yet oddly intimate apartment. The leather couch, the marble countertops, the bookshelves lined with ancient texts—everything seemed in place, except for me.

I heard the door creak open, signaling Alastor's return. The echo reverberated through the house, reaching me where I was huddled under the blankets in his bed. I clutched his coat tighter, burying my face into the fabric to breathe in his scent. It was the only thing that could ground me, a lifeline in the midst of my spiraling panic.

“Pet?” he called, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern. Usually, I was waiting for him, eager eyes and an excitable spirit, my demon form juxtaposed with a demeanor more fitting for a beloved animal. It’s why he was so fond of using those pretty green chains on me- the ones that signaled that he owned my soul. Now, the absence of my usual cheerfulness and my general presence, my usual eagerness to greet him home… it was jarring. The silence that greeted him was unsettling.

My breaths were shallow and erratic, my chest tightening as if it were being squeezed by an invisible force. I had tried to calm down, tried every technique I knew, but nothing worked. My nails had dug into my arms, leaving angry, red lines in a desperate attempt to feel something other than the overwhelming fear. The sting was a cruel reminder of my failure to stay composed, but I couldn't stop.

Just a little more, I just had to dig a little deeper. My own bloodied and torn skin was stuck beneath my fingernails as I scratched at my arms, desperately trying- hoping, that against all odds, it’d help. It didn’t.

The sound of Alastor's footsteps grew louder as he approached the bedroom echoing softly against the hardwood floor. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting him to see me like this. I felt ashamed, like a broken thing. I heard the door open, then silence as he took in the scene before him. The sight made his chest tighten. My hands, peeking out from the fabric, were red and raw, nails ragged from scratching.

"Pet," Alastor whispered, his voice gentle now as he approached the bed. He sat on the edge, careful not to startle me. His hand rested lightly on my blanket-covered form, feeling the rapid rise and fall of my breaths. "I'm here."

I peeked out from beneath the cover, eyes wide and wet with tears. The sight of him brought a mix of relief and fresh sobs. Alastor's presence, usually a source of comfort, was overwhelming in the wake of my panic.

"Hey, there," he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur that contrasted sharply with the chaos in my head. I didn't respond, couldn't respond. All I could do was focus on his scent, on the fact that he was here now. His static softened, turning to an almost calming sort of white noise.

"I'm sorry," I choked out, trying to shrink further into myself. "I didn't mean to—"

I felt the bed dip as he sat beside me, the warmth of his body radiating through the blankets. He didn't pull them away or force me to uncover myself. Instead, he laid a hand on top of the cocoon I had made. "Shh, it's okay," he interrupted, gently pulling the blanket down just enough to reveal my face. "You don't have to explain. I'm here now."

I felt the tears come, hot and uncontrollable. I was supposed to be strong, to be his perfect pet, and yet here I was, a trembling mess under the covers. But Alastor didn't chastise me. He didn't tell me to stop crying or to pull myself together. Instead, he gently tugged at the blanket, just enough to see my face.

He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek, tracing the wet tracks of my tears. "Can I hold you?" he asked, his eyes full of concern and something else I couldn't quite place. His ears hung lower than usual. I nodded and with slow, deliberate movements, he drew me into his lap, cradling me like something precious. I clung to his coat, burying my face in the fabric, inhaling his scent deeply. It grounded me, a reminder of safety.

"You scratched yourself up pretty bad," Alastor murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body. He lifted my hands, inspecting the damage with a frown. "Why didn't you call for me?"

My breath hitched. "I—I didn't want to bother you. You were out, and I… I…."

Alastor sighed, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You're never a bother to me, Pet. Never." He held me tighter, rocking me slightly as if to soothe the tremors still running through my body. "Next time, just call for me, okay? I don't care what I'm doing. You're more important."

I nodded, the tension in my body slowly unwinding as his warmth enveloped me. The room was filled with the soft radio static that accompanied him everywhere, punctuated only by the soft hum of the heater and the rhythmic beat of his heart against my ear. His embrace was firm yet gentle, his hand running through my hair in slow, calming strokes. I clung to him, my fingers gripping his shirt as if letting go would mean drowning in my panic again.

"You’re safe," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "I’m here. You’re safe."

His words were a balm to my frayed nerves, a reminder that I wasn't alone. I took a shaky breath, feeling the tension slowly start to ebb away. Alastor rocked me gently, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm against my own erratic one. I focused on the rhythm, tapping my finger as I held onto him.

“You like that?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. I hardly nodded, but he got the message. He started humming lightly, the noise a welcome distraction, right in time with the rhythm of everything else. Easy to get lost in.

For a while, we stayed like that, tangled together in a protective cocoon. He didn't rush me or demand explanations. He simply held me, his presence a silent promise that I was more than just another soul, that I mattered.

When my breathing finally steadied, and the tears began to subside, I looked up at him, my vision blurry but clear enough to see the softness in his gaze.

"Thank you," I managed to whisper, my voice hoarse.

He smiled, a small, reassuring smile. "Anytime," he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "I’m always here for you."

His words settled over me like a blanket, warm and comforting. I snuggled closer, finally allowing most remnants of my panic to melt away. I was anxious, still, but better. And having him with me… just being there, running his fingers through my hair was more than enough. In that moment, I realized that no matter how I saw myself, no matter how broken or weak, Alastor saw something worth comforting, something worth protecting. And for now, that was enough to calm the storm within me.

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